Fuck Around

[Hook] 09, we tote; my niggas ain’t no joke And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked [Lil Jojo] Uh I’m rollin, all my niggas rollin Keep that fuckin red bandana, Hulk Hogan I’m cuttin up like scissors Comin down hard like blizzards I’m getting head while giving head that’s a head on collision I’m on a pain pill I keep this shit trill These niggas ain’t forreal, Like a fire drill Your hoe on my back, like a fuckin 5th wheel That bitch make her pussy open and close like fish gills I put all my niggas on, but some of them niggas gone Them niggas callin my phone, *** leave me alone *** I’m lightin up that strong, then pass it to my bro Numbers don’t lie, except 5-0 Different color Trukfit shirts You niggas pull down your skirts If I die of these purp, put a bad bitch in my hearse My hoes lift up they shirts, I’m high as Captain Kirk If we run out of work, we Rob like Burke Ugh [Hook] 09, we tote; my niggas ain’t no joke And we keep them blows, so please don’t get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked Fuck around with them fuck-arounds, and you fuck around and get smoked